One man's poison ivy is another man's spinach.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There is poison in the fang of the serpent, in the mouth of the fly and in the sting of a scorpion; but the wicked man is saturated with it.
Men become accustomed to poison by degrees.
Gossip is poison.
When the ivy has found its tower, when the delicate creeper has found its strong wall, we know how the parasite plants grow and prosper.
I don't like spinach, and I'm glad I don't, because if I liked it I'd eat it, and I just hate it.
The dose makes the poison.
You know what a lima bean does when it's attacked by spider mites? It releases this volatile chemical that goes out into the world and summons another species of mite that comes in and attacks the spider mite, defending the lima bean. So what plants have - while we have consciousness, toolmaking, language, they have biochemistry.
Never eat spinach just before going on the air.
Whatever seeds each man cultivates will grow to maturity and bear in him their own fruit. If they be vegetative, he will be like a plant.
What is food to one man is bitter poison to others.